Stories to be Rewritten: Elisabeth's Stories :Book 1 Lavenders and Pomegranates

Chapter 25

As Henry wove together his tale, Hades and Persephone sat Dow. And listened patiently till he got to the end of his tale. "And that's it... That's all I know. The prophesy, and the possibility Elisabeth is Thálassa Omorfiá." He finished, shuffling just a little as he looked at his fatherly figure, who had his head down and his elbows on his knees. "Dad..." Hades head slowly rolled up, his eyes leavening with his clone's as he rolled his shoulders.

"Persephone," The god of the Underworld said in a tone that made Henry shiver in fear. "I need you to go check on Astrpí Kléftis. And hurry." Without even a second's hesitation, she was gone in a flurry or embers and smoke. Henry didn't like the reaction,mor the darker tone Hades was taking. The atmosphere was turning, and he didn't like it.

"Father-" The young Godling began, but was cut off by a stern look.

"You should have told is sooner." Hades hissed, his eyes seeming to burn holes into the young man before him. "You shouldn't have tried any of this, not without telling me or my wife first."

"Why?" Henry questioned, moving closer to his father, half tempted to just grab his leather studded jacket and shake the eyeliner off him out of anger. "Why should I have said this sooner?!" Hades gave him a stern look, his hands clasping together as he looked right into Henry's eyes.

"Henry, there is something you should know about your 'brother'."

As the darkness eased in around her in her dreams, the heat that engulfed her was intense and almost unbearable. She could feel the darkness rap around her, the lack or light giving a sort of comforting feeling that countered the heat just a bit. But something didn't feel right. It felt....

Her dream shifted before she could put it all together and the darkness pulled away like the curtains on a stage, revealing a weird scene that laid in wait to be seen. It was somewhere in a castle, she could see someone walking down the dark corridor to somewhere beyond, but stopped just outside the door to a locked room. She tried to look closer at the door, and the man for that matter, when it opened slowly. "So much for the locked part." Elisabeth's head snapped towards the speaker, recognizing the all too familiar voice she had become so attached to. Henry pushed his way through the door and walked into a dark room, where the only light was coming from small little pinpricks to one side of the room and a glowing blond spot on the other side. His eyes were glowing red in the darkness, and he set his hand on fire with probably just a single thought and gasped. So did Elisabeth, only she screamed bloody murder. On one side of the room was a teenage boy around their age wearing a white sweat jacket with the sleeves cut off and blue jean shorts that showed off his naturally tan skin, his long hair was glowing a dim yellow color still in the darkness as it gently fell into his sleeping face as he was chained to the wall. The other side was her. Hanging there, her little dewdrops in her hair sparkling like stars in the dark, she looked like she was sleeping but in a nightmare. She was wearing what seemed to be a leather studded biker dress that looks like something Barbie would wear in the Swan Lake movie, but a scar covered her left eye... She wanted to stop looking at this, this was scary as hell and had to be some kind of mind game. there was no way this was going to happen- "Elisabeth!" He ran over to her and started melting the chains, the heated sensation in her wrists feeling all too real as he did this. She gritted her teeth as the pain increased and moved to her ankles, and then the soft touch of something pulled her out of the dream.

Looking behind her, she saw the other teen that was in the room with her. He was taller than her, and had a kind smile, as he held out his hand to her. She took it without a single second of thinking and let him lead her to some place, a big dark looking room that could only have come out of a gothic fantasy catalog. He didn't say a word, but led her to the bed where there was a sleeping figure, tossing and turning like she was in a nightmare. It was her again, but this time she didn't have that scar on her eye... Yet. Turning to look at him, she squeezed his hand as her amber eyes stared into his clear sky blue ones.